The whole experience made me bang my head against my desk. Jackson had a way of pushing every button I felt was off limits. I never knew if he was doing it on purpose or not, but the way he continued to push, he had to know how I felt. Even when I tried to avoid him, he seemed to pop up everywhere I went. I didn’t know how he knew where I was, but it was unnerving. The last straw was the night I found him inside my apartment with a key he had had made. Waiting for me.